Title: The Roommate and The Captain
Fandom: Dead Poets Society
Character: Todd Anderson
Word Count: 432
Author's Notes: I watched Dead Poets Society on Friday night. I hadn't seen it in four years, and my English IV AP teacher was the first person to introduce me to the movie, ironically enough. I've been in a bit of a writing rut lately, but about an hour ago, I got a sudden spark to write again. This is a first person fic from my point of view of what Todd might have been feeling after the movie ended. (I even tried to add a 'handwriting' type of font to make it seem more like he had actually written it.) Since this is based after the movie ends, there are major spoilers for Dead Poets Society, so needless to say: if you haven't seen the movie and don't want to be spoiled, then don't read this! Feedback would be ♥!
It wasn’t Mr. Keating’s fault. It was never Mr. Keating’s fault. Mr. Keating wouldn’t have gotten Neil to kill himself. Neil liked Mr. Keating, just like I did, and Mr. Keating wouldn’t have talked any of us, his students, into something like that. It was Neil’s father who pushed Neil over the edge and made Neil commit suicide. Mr. Perry was too hard on him, and Neil couldn’t take it any more. Why can’t anyone else understand that? Am I the only one who gets this?
Now Mr. Keating is gone and Mr. Nolan is teaching our class for the rest of the term. I miss Mr. Keating. He understood me. He understood us. He was the one who taught us to seize the day, to be different, to go against the grain, to not conform, to be an individual. I don’t know what I’ll do now without my captain, or my roommate for that matter.
Things are still tense between our group. I am still close with Charlie, Knox, Meeks, and even Pitts, but Cameron is a different story. He was the first one to rat us out, and Charlie was not happy about it one bit. None of us were, really, but Charlie acted out on it by punching Cameron in the face. It’s a wonder Charlie hasn’t been expelled yet.
I’m still waiting to get a new roommate. Welton is taking their sweet time about it. I don’t mind much, though. I don’t really mind having a room to myself for now. It’s quieter, not that Neil was loud, and I still have my other friends to keep me company. The thing is, I don’t think that anyone could replace Neil as a roommate. No, I take that back, I know that no one could replace Neil as a roommate.
I miss Neil. I miss Mr. Keating. I don’t think it’s fair that they had to fire Mr. Keating. It’s not fair that we had to sign against the Dead Poets Society and Mr. Keating. It wasn’t his fault. They just don’t understand it. I hope that Mr. Keating is able to go to London to visit his lady. I know that Neil is gone and I won’t be able to hear from him or see him for a long while, but maybe I will hear from Mr. Keating soon. Hope is a good thing to hold on to and to have. I will keep the memory of Neil and Mr. Keating close to my heart: the roommate and the captain that I dearly miss.
Residing: my dorm room
Hearing: Plus One